paroles de chanson I Can Read Smoke - of Montreal
                                                    I 
                                                can 
                                                read 
                                                smoke
 
                                    
                                
                                                No 
                                                joke
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                can 
                                                read 
                                                smoke
 
                                    
                                
                                                Not 
                                                in 
                                                this 
                                                life
 
                                    
                                
                                                When 
                                                you 
                                                were 
                                                    a 
                                                more 
                                                elegant 
                                                beast
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                cut 
                                                my 
                                                throat 
                                                there's 
                                                dance 
                                                in 
                                                my 
                                                blood
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                jilted 
                                                control 
                                                the 
                                                narrative
 
                                    
                                
                                                Because 
                                                that's 
                                                all 
                                                that 
                                                they 
                                                have 
                                                left
 
                                    
                                
                                                Encouraging 
                                                belief 
                                                is 
                                                vulgarity
 
                                    
                                
                                                Mean-spirited 
                                                air 
                                                quotes 
                                                to 
                                                wit
 
                                    
                                
                                                Pasolini 
                                                in 
                                                New 
                                                York 
                                                shouldn't 
                                                be 
                                                this 
                                                boring
 
                                    
                                
                                                Fine 
                                                people 
                                                say 
                                                disillusion 
                                                finds 
                                                    a 
                                                way
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                can 
                                                read 
                                                smoke 
                                                in 
                                                white 
                                                noise
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                can 
                                                read 
                                                smoke
 
                                    
                                
                                                Driving 
                                                    a 
                                                dead 
                                                man's 
                                                car 
                                                thinking 
                                                the 
                                                funk 
                                                will 
                                                protect 
                                                me
 
                                    
                                
                                                Journey 
                                                through 
                                                walls 
                                                    a 
                                                dagger 
                                                plays
 
                                    
                                
                                                Pasolini 
                                                in 
                                                New 
                                                York 
                                                shouldn't 
                                                be 
                                                this 
                                                boring
 
                                    
                                
                                                Fine 
                                                people 
                                                say 
                                                disillusion 
                                                always 
                                                finds 
                                                    a 
                                                way
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                can 
                                                read 
                                                smoke
 
                                    
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